Let me tell you a fairytale.

Once upon a time, a beautiful prince lived in a beautiful house with a beautiful garden. The prince’s life seemed perfect. He had nice parents, two nice sisters, enough money to fulfill all his dreams, and a great friend group. Everything seemed perfect.

But an evil witch wanted to ruin his happiness.

There was one thing he wished for more than anything else, but she cursed him to never find it by himself. He wished for love.

You‘re asking why she cursed him? Well, the witch saw his beauty and his awesome character. She saw his money and his wonderful life. But, since she was a bad witch, and probably a bored one as well, she decided to ruin his life.

The prince searched for a partner, but no one seemed to be right for him. He searched and searched. He talked to every handsome male he could find! But all weren’t meant to be his Mr. Perfect.

So, the poor heavenly soul had to accept, that he was cursed.

Or, maybe he didn’t.

No. He didn’t accept it at all. He wanted love. And he wanted everything love could bring.

Like spectacular bed-yoga sessions, eternal happiness, fulfillment (in more than one way), and a destiny.

Oh.

And the prince hated alpacas.